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Bill,
I'm not going to try to compare apples and oranges. What you experience in this situation is different than what a first responder does. We have to compartmentalize to be able to function and mentally survive. I can tell you that there have been times where the lines have blurred. I've lost friends to being killed in the line of duty. I helped do CPR on one of my former Chiefs from his house to the ER after his second major heart attack. Did the inquest on our recently retired city secretary's husband who passed at home from COPD. Sent her son to prison too. Dealt with two suicides in so many weeks. One was an elderly gentleman, who was partially paralyzed after having a stroke several years ago. His son is Chief of the local junior college's PD. The second one was an OD in a storage unit that was a WLS patient, that according to her mother, became an alcoholic after surgery 10 years ago. She left a 15 year old son behind. Caveat to her story is that the boy went to live with his bio dad in, I think, Mineral Wells and is doing fantastic in his drama classes and band. Grandmother was proud to show me the pictures of him a year later. Best part of my job is helping people. May not see the results immediately but when I come across somebody who has turned their lives around after being a crime victim, maybe been a defendant or simply getting their head out of their ass - damn onion ninjas.
200 on Sunday...I hate weigh ins!! I need to keep active (or eat less junk)! Well off to pick oranges...Just to keep busy. Brian
Bill,
My condolences. I have been through a similar situation. Take care of yourself. You are not alone. Thoughts and prayers are with you.
-Bob
Thanks. I am not being as rigorous as I would normally be, but I'm not going completely off the rails either. I found an old bathroom scale this morning. I have no idea how accurate it is. My scale at home is an old timey "doctor's office" scale with the weights on bars. Anyway, I was just under 272 on this electronic scale of unknown accuracy and quality. That is in line with where my weight had been for the previous week, so it seems that I am at least maintaining.
Thank you Don. I suspect you've come across similar situations in your line of work.
Bill,
My condolences on the passing of your father in such a tragic manner.
Don
Last week: 186.8
This week: 186.4
Last week was C-O-L-D! 
Forecast this week is for it to be warmer. TX has been hammered by the flu this year. Wild swings in the weather is not helping.
Pats going to another SB. Fingers crossed that for the historical perspective if not for the win Minnesota gets in for the NFC.
This week likely to be a tough week. Looking at taking my "baby girl" to the vet one last time. 
17 years is a Hell of a run for a dog but she has developed renal issues to go along with her liver problem. Saturday going to Waco for a reunion of sorts of a lot of OH people from the old Texas Forum. Partly for catching up and for remembering a former Texas OH'er who passed on.
Go do your thing!
Never, and I mean NEVER, trust a fart!! 
I am checking in even though I can't weigh myself. I am away from my home. It has been a bad week. Very bad. My father died unexpectedly Friday morning, leaving me and my brother to find a way to care for our semi invalid mother. We were able to find a very small (10 residents counting Mom) personal care home close to their home. It is a bit more of a drive for me, but it is close enough that her friends will be able to continue visiting her easily. And they are already.
I guess this is where I should write "life happened", which is bariatric code for "I started eating bad food and not caring about my body because of stress".
Let me tell you about "life happening" and stress. Stress is finding your 83 year old father on the front porch of your childhood home dead by his own hand. Stress is having to climb over his body and tell your mother about it a few minutes later while police officers and EMTs are hovering over your shoulder. I am two days out from that now. Am I eating right? Not quite, but most of that is because I am not home. As near as I can tell, I am still within the 80/20 guidelines set down by my bariatric team.
Anyway, I am not posting this for sympathy. I am posting this to tell you **** happens, life sucks, and it is our choice how to respond. I will freely admit that I am sucking down his wine stash way more than I should at the end of the day as I sit here alone with my ghosts in the Civil War era house I grew up in. There are lots of them. But beyond that wine, they will not beat me.
I've already given away two cakes brought by the house by some of the ladies from their church. I still have four packages of bread, two packages of bagels, and a whole tray of stuffed shells to deal with, but I am giving them to my skinny brother. I will eat the meat and cheese they brought and stay on plan as much as a I can. I've worked too hard to screw it up now. And I can't see it getting much worse than this. I suppose it can, but right now I can't see it.
